We are both. Rage and Knife
In the margins of written history, where dust buries names and maps fade in red ink, the Arcanes exist.
They are not chosen. They are not aware. They do not know what they are.
And yet, they walk among us, carrying the weight of ancient signs that trail behind their shadows. Their gestures echo through the world’s unseen web; their choices stir forces that have slumbered since time’s foundation. None of them remembers the pact, and still, each bears it in their blood.